Rudyard Kipling

Natural Theology - Poem by Rudyard Kipling

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Primitive

I ate my fill of a whale that diedAnd stranded after a month at sea. . . .There is a pain in my inside.Why have the Gods afflicted me?Ow! I am purged till I am a wraith!Wow! I am sick till I cannot see!What is the sense of Religion and Faith:Look how the Gods have afflicted me!

Pagan

How can the skin of rat or mouse holdAnything more than a harmless flea?. . .The burning plague has taken my household.Why have my Gods afflicted me?All my kith and kin are deceased,Though they were as good as good could be,I will out and batter the family priest,Because my Gods have afflicted me!

Medieval

My privy and well drain into each otherAfter the custom of Christendie. . . .Fevers and fluxes are wasting my mother.Why has the Lord afflicted me?The Saints are helpless for all I offer--So are the clergy I used to fee.Henceforward I keep my cash in my coffer,Because the Lord has afflicted me.

Material

I run eight hundred hens to the acreThey die by dozens mysteriously. . . .I am more than doubtful concerning my Maker,Why has the Lord afflicted me?What a return for all my endeavour--Not to mention the L. S. D!I am an atheist now and for ever,Because this God has afflicted me!

Progressive

Money spent on an Army or FleetIs homicidal lunacy. . . .My son has been killed in the Mons retreat,Why is the Lord afflicting me?Why are murder, pillage and arsonAnd rape allowed by the Deity?I will write to the Times, deriding our parsonBecause my God has afflicted me.

Chorus

We had a kettle: we let it leak:Our not repairing it made it worse.We haven't had any tea for a week. . .The bottom is out of the Universe!

Conclusion

This was none of the good Lord's pleasure,For the Spirit He breathed in Man is free;But what comes after is measure for measure,And not a God that afflicteth thee.As was the sowing so the reapingIs now and evermore shall be.Thou art delivered to thine own keeping.Only Thyself hath afflicted thee!